Ask my husband. Most nights I can hardly separate one run-on sentence from the next.
God bless him.
Most days this does more harm that good. I spend so many of my moments talking talking talking about all the ways I want to beautify, change or grow in my life.
I talk about things I want to do around the house and with our daily routines.
I talk about people I want to love better.
I talk about dreams I want to pursue.
I talk about dinners I want to plan with friends.
I talk about how I want to build community with believers in my physical community.
I talk about books I want to read.
I talk about how I want to be more Spirit-led.
I talk about surprise love packages I want to send my sweet friends.
I talk I talk I talk.
Most days I'm too busy talking about everything I want to do, that there is not much time left over for the actual doing.
Less talking. More doing.
Less planning. More acting.
Less wishful thinking. More brave steps.
+ I started walking with a new friend that lives five minutes from me. I already feel blessed and encouraged.
+ I set up a fall party in the park for mamas and their littles in my community. I crave to connect outside of church boundaries and circles that tend to separate and divide.
+ I went to my sisters' cross country meet and fought back tears as they ran their hearts out. Then they came over for pizza.
+ I stayed up til 3 in the morning working on business things today. Sometimes progress comes in tiny baby steps.
I want to live as a doer.